We set our goals...

I have been very busy lately planning my next trip abroad. I had a revelation last week, after a co-worker suggested to me to take a trip out of the country. I hadn't planned on going anywhere this year because of our dual submissions (which will soon turn out to be dueling submissions à la Deliverance). I had scheduled some time off before Easter to go back to Palm Springs; I so enjoyed my little stay there. I gave it some thought, and within seconds, I was online, searching for plane fares and hotels in the UK. I've got about ten days to me, and I have to spend part of that down in and around London to visit a very dear friend of mine, but the other part I was hoping visit up North if that's OK, like say Manchester or the environs. I'm so excited, I can't sit down! H is always chastising me about not setting goals for myself. (And to be honest, I have set many many goals for myself, one of which is to get the fuck away from H as quickly as possible, but that probably won't happen now that I'm going to England!) So I set a really big goal: go to the UK for ten days in May! I'm all smiles now.

Something to be said for short-term goals, n'est-ce pas?

I was silly enough to write this at 12:11 PM